THIRTY
Colin sat at the same table as the day before. He paused in the act of putting a ham sandwich into his mouth as Chaise came through the door and headed straight for him. Colin was already on his feet before Chaise made it to the table.
“What the hell’s the matter with you?”
“I want a word.”
Chaise strode off to the toilets and disappeared inside. Colin didn’t pause for a moment and followed him in.
Colin walked through the door, not expecting anything more than a quick conversation.
What he got was the muzzle of a Walther PPK under his chin.
Chaise pushed him back against the door, teeth gritted. “Where the f**k were you?”
Colin brought up both hands in surrender. “Take it easy with that thing.” His voice sounded constricted because it was. The g*n was jammed into the area j
